Smut Oneshot Novels & Stories

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.

he said pulling off his boots, “You might want to do the same, that's if you want to have something to put on again when we get there” I looked back at him and he now stood in nothing but his boxer briefs with his hands on his hips, staring directly at me. A breath got caught in my throat. I have only ever seen Gunner this naked before. Smith is seriously good looking and he was making no attempt to hide himself. A heat ran through my body and I felt a tingle in my legs and an ache in my lower abdomen. What the fuck is wrong with me right now? I love Gunner, so why would I be ogling another man? Something about Smith felt different though, he smelled different to me now, almost alluring. I c

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Smith rubbed his fingers across my slit vigorously, the ache between my legs began to build that I clung to him - gasping. "Of course, you don't want me to leave. I'm the only one who knows how to turn you up," he said, flicking his wet tongue on my nipples. They tingled and ached. Smith jerked up slightly, taking off my panties. The duvet cover that had concealed the lower part of his body rolled off revealing his grown fat cock.

She saw her partner. "Yes," Siron whispered. "We are inseparable." Morat smiled, a loving and possessive smile. He embraced Siron, and this time, his hug felt real, strong, and... beginning to warm up. But as Siron hugged him back, her eyes fell upon the mirror across the room. And in the reflection, she did not see herself embraced by a handsome man. She saw herself, standing rigid, embraced by a large, horned, shadowy figure, with long, sharp claws clutching her back, and burning red eyes over her shoulder, staring at their reflection with an expression of absolute triumph.

He was shirtless in the picture, his shoulders broad and powerful and the Serpent's tattoo on his ribs a blur in the low light. A cigarette dangled from his lips, and one hand rested possessively on the hip of some new blonde draped across his lap. Her smile was smug and her body half-turned toward the camera, like she knew exactly what she had and who she’d stolen from every girl who’d ever wanted him. ​The caption was just a flame emoji. No context needed. It was his way of claiming her, marking his territory for everyone to see. ​But again, she wasn’t the first. Hell, she was probably the fifth just this semester. But who was counting?

So it was kind of strange to us when my girlfriend read the summary from a non-hentai online manga reader site. "Ka*ru is a 17-year-old virgin who has an SM fetish. He always dreams about an SM relationship with his childhood friend Na*a. One day, Ka*ru's mom decides to hide all his SM toys so he'll study for a change, by asking Nana to hide his toys. Na*a finds the leather one-piece that Ka*ru bought and tries it on, but she accidentally locks it and doesn't have the key!" We both knew what the SM meant. Sadism and Masochism. We both also wondered why this kind of manga is on that site. It's hentai, right?

Nabi’s hands slowly reach and cover her face, “I’m so ashamed on his behalf, I feel like Avatar: the last shame bender.” “That makes me Naksu, in alchemy of shame,” Tamara adds. Yumeko glances at us, then at Luka, before she speaks, “Titanic, only I’m drowning in shame.” My eyes lock with Luka’s, and I turn away immediately, “He’s looking right at me, guys! Hide me… quick!” I say in panic. “He’s walking towards me! Stop him right now.” “Why is he smiling?” Tamara asks, suddenly laughing, “That makes me want to cry.”

A few tears dripped on her chest when she opened her eyes to see the hitman giving her an amused smirk. He still had his switchblade pressed against Azad’s neck. “Were you talking to someone?” The trans hitman asked, ridiculing Amy. Amy wanted to run and grab Azad out of the hitman’s arms, but she saw the killer puncturing the little boy’s neck before she could reach him.